Hard, Hard World

Maybe, I'm too soft for a hard, hard world, its jagged edges waiting like a rusty nail in a floorboard for a proverbial foot to pierce Maybe, I'm too kind for a greedy world, its open maw screaming like a nest of baby crows to be fed by my giving soul Maybe, I'm too gentle for an angry world, its clenched fist smashing my smiling face with a vicious left hook Maybe, I'm too reserved for an hyperactive world, with a billion neurons flashing cross its vapid mind, burning the retina of my soul Maybe, its a hard, hard world